A Court of Hearts and Hunger (Wicked Darlings, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

be sad for a while, but she could continue living without me, happy and fulfilled. Humans are resilient.

Since I can’t count on a rescue, I will have to rescue myself.

“I feel as if I’m in a children’s storybook,” I murmur. “Gods, no.” Finias looks scandalized. “Nothing about this place is for children. Two things, sweetness. First—be prepared for nudity. You mustn’t stare at the breasts.”

“Love him?” She laughs, shrill and brittle. “I have loved, had loved, would have loved him. But I won’t, can’t, mustn’t, shouldn’t. Not anymore. I loved an idea of him. The sweet insides of him, you see, the soft little heart. But I would never have wanted that heart to be mine. I would have scarred it and ruined it. He’s an animal, Sugar-Boy is—wild as any beast—but he’s too tender to ever be a monster.”